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Jul 2015
Your mother died and I'm sorry,
but that does not mean that I forgive you,
I do not forgive your wolfish grin as you held around my throat,
I will not forgive the ****** eyes that stared into mine as you punched me
I will not forgive the menace of my youth
I will not let this reduce the grudge in my mind.
Olive
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